Title: TwentyoneAuthor:wiccaqueenPairing: Sam/DeanRating: NC-17Warning: PWPSummary: Sam has to spend his 21st birthday all alone, until Dean shows up for a surprise visitNotes: Written as a birthday gift formomotasticDisclaimer: Sam and Dean belong to their respected owners at CW! I'm just borrowing them....

Twentyone 2/2

It had only been three years ago, but it felt likes ages. It hadn’t really changed anything in their relationship, except for the want written all over Sam’s face when he looked at Dean every now and then. He never knew if Dean felt the same way, but he didn’t really want to ask. By the time things got worse with Dad, and Sam had decided to go to college, he had simply tried to forget that night which he now remembered all too well, as if it all happened just yesterday.

Sam moaned, letting his right hand graze over his crotch, the other one still holding the book. Wearing only his boxers, he enjoyed the feel of his cock stirring to life. Memories of Dean’s hands on him send shivers down his spine.

He didn’t think a lot about Dean when jerking off, not really…just every once in a while, when his mind couldn’t come up with a good fantasy. But thinking of Dean wasn’t a good idea. Sure it made him harder than ever, filling him with just that little extra touch of excitement, but afterward it would just leave him in a desperate place, knowing that he was never going to have that again from Dean.

But tonight for some reason, he just couldn’t shield himself from those memories, he didn’t want to. He let the book drop to the floor, while his hand dipped below the waistband of his boxers, finding his fully erect cock. The warm flesh was tender beneath his slim, long fingers. Dean’s fingers had been different; a lot bigger and firmer. It had felt amazing! So good in fact that Sam still knew, still remembered every touch even three years later.

All of a sudden there was a noise coming from the bathroom; almost as if something heavy had dropped to the floor. Sam stood up abruptly pulling his hand out of his boxers. With years of hunting his senses could go from totally shut off to fully alert within seconds. He slowly walked towards the small bathroom, deciding whether to arm himself on the way. But for all he knew something simply might have fallen down.

Just before he came to the door, it flung open and Sam was greeted by a familiar face.

“Dean?” he asked unbelievingly.

A smirk followed and then: “Hey Sammy!”

“Dean? What the hell are you doing here?”

Sam just couldn’t stop staring. This was so surreal; his brother just stumbling out of his bathroom like that at 3am.

“Came by for a visit. Me and Dad were in the neighborhood working a job. So I thought I might as well come by.”

Dean grinned back at Sam who was still starring at him open mouthed, unable to think of something to say. Then Dean came a few steps closer. Sam’s breath immediately hitched.

“Good to see you Sammy.”

Sam had to drop his gaze for a moment. The words were soft, hardly louder than a whisper, which is why Sam knew what they meant, knew how much more they meant.

When he looked back up, Dean had taken a few steps back and was taking a look around.

“Nice. Just a bit small for my taste.”

“It’s better than the most motel rooms we were used to.”

Dean nodded, his attention focusing on the book lying on the floor. When he bent down and turned it over, he raised an eyebrow at Sam.

“Latin? I thought you knew all this stuff already.”

“Well some of it, but not all. And we never really learnt to understand the language. All we ever learnt was how to do an exorcism or chant a spell.”

“Huh”, Dean breathed. This was obviously not his world. Sam normally would’ve wanted to make him understand, but not now. They had so much to talk about, but right now, all he wanted was to fully indulge in the pleasure of seeing his brother again.

When Dean got up again, Sam reached out and took hold of his elbow. Dean turned around looking Sam directly in the eyes. God, how he’d missed him! Missed seeing him every day, missed seeing that smile, missed those freckles and every little thing about Dean.

By now Sam was sure that his eyes were somewhat watery, but he didn’t care.

“I missed you.”

It was almost as quiet as it had been minutes before after Dean had spoken.

Although the Winchesters did not do chick-flicks, they still had their small moments every now and then. But before this could go any further, Dean dropped his gaze and grinned again.

“You miss me kicking your ass, eh?”

Sam had to laugh. God it was so good to have Dean back! He hadn’t even known just how much he’d missed him until now.

“And you miss me bitching around all day, huh?”

“Yeah, Bitch!”

“Yeah, Jerk!”

They both laughed and grinned at one another like two small children.

Then Dean reached out a hand and rustled his hair.

“That’s defiantly too long! And I swear you must have grown at least 4 more inches!”

“I know!” Sam stood up straight next to Dean. “I’m taller than you now.”

Dean came up even closer, shoulders nearly bumping.

“You’re such a freak!”

“And you’re such a shorty!”

Sam chuckled, which only seemed to unnerve Dean further.

God, it was almost as if no time had passed, as if the last years apart had never existed! It felt good, so damned good, that Sam couldn’t help grinning from one ear to the other.

“Think you’re smart now, do you?”

“Course I do. I always have been.”

Sam wasn’t really prepared when Dean attacked him, throwing him to the floor within seconds. When Dean started to tickle him all over, it really seemed like no time had passed. Memories of his 18th birthday came rushing back and all of a sudden Sam stopped giggling.

Dean still brushed his fingers over his most sensitive parts, but it didn’t seem to have much effect. Sam had gone completely still under his touch, suppressing the ticklish feeling and trying hard to simply focus on Dean’s warm hands gliding over his bare chest, along his sides and over his arms.

Dean’s head leaned down closer to Sam’s, his breath hot on his skin as he spoke:

“Well this is certainly new. So, you think your control has gotten better, Sammy?”

Sam couldn’t answer.

“Well then how about I try this?”

Dean let his head fall just below Sam’s chin and began to lick the sensitive flesh of his throat. Sam gasped and arched his back, but Dean pushed him down on the floor again, firm hands on his chest. When he let his tongue circle and started sucking at the wet spot, Sam nearly yelped. All ticklish feelings had faded, leaving only the heat in his body that had been building up before. Minutes before he had just felt this way because of the memories, but now he was actually feeling it!

Dean’s mouth was sucking on his throat! And damn if that wasn’t sexy as hell! Did he even know what he was doing to him?

Sam began to move below Dean, writhing against him to get some sort of friction. When he finally found what he was looking for, Dean stopped sucking and lifted his head.

“Oh is that your weak spot, Sammy?”

Sam had to bit his lips when Dean grinned, and slowly, ever so slowly began to move in the direction of his abdomen, his tongue darting out to lick its way down.

He wanted to watch, to see what Dean was doing, but his eyes kept drifting shut at the thrilling sensation Dean’s tongue was creating.

When he reached his boxers, he grabbed the waistband with his teeth and slowly began to pull. This time Sam’s eyes were opened wide, drinking in the sight. And what a sight it was! Dean’s eyes glistened like emeralds in the dim light, almost sparkling, as his mouth formed an almost wicked smile.

With a little help of his hands, and the boxers were off, leaving Sam completely naked.

Now it was Dean’s turn to stare.

“Jeez Sammy, what a sight! I could swear you grew a couple inches there too.”

Dean only looked at him with growing fascination and then let his head drop, nuzzling his head between Sam’s thighs. When his brother’s hot breath hit him so close to his cock, Sam groaned. He hadn’t even touched him yet, and still it was enough for Sam to almost loose it then and there. But if he did that, Dean would never let him forget. And that would be just too embarrassing.

“Dean, I….I…”

“Shh…I know Sammy, I know. Don’t worry I’ll get you there.”

His voice was deeper now and had a certain growling quality to it that did wonders for Sam’s libido once again.

Just when he thought he couldn’t stand it any longer, Dean’s mouth descended on his cock, licking up the precome from the head before sliding down all the way to the base in one smooth motion.

And Jesus Fuck! Sam arched of the floor and nearly rose into a sitting position.

“ ‘s okay Sammy.” Dean mumbled through a mouthful.

Sam tried to relax and lean back, but it only lasted seconds, until Dean’s warm, wet mouth began to suck him off. He watched his dick disappear into the opening between those luscious lips and groaned deep down. There wasn’t much else he could do, except try to hold on and go with the pace Dean set. He fisted his hands into Dean’s too short hair and pulled slightly. His brother got the message and picked up speed, his head bobbing up and down, salvia dripping from his mouth.

It was wet and sloppy, almost like a teenager’s first attempt. And then it dawned on Sam. This was the first time Dean was doing this! He’d never done this before! Of course….he wasn’t into guys, at least never let it on, so how could he have practice in doing this?

But everything he did with his tongue and with his mouth left Sam almost breathless, no matter if Dean was a pro or just an amateur.

He was giving him this! This wonderful gift! Sam was so overwhelmed that he didn’t know whether to cry or groan. Either way that was what pretty much did it for Sam.

Dean sucked one last time, and Sam’s muscles clenched, the wave of orgasm crashing over him. He rode the spasms out in Dean’s mouth, which was greedily sucking and swallowing! Dear God. It was like a scene from a porn movie, better than anything Sam’s fantasy could ever come up with … until Dean chocked on the last bit of come, and then spit the rest out onto the floor. Yep, defiantly not a pro!

He wiped his mouth on his t-shirt and still managed to smile when he came back up close to Sam’s face.

“Sorry about that. Didn’t figure it would that much.”

Sam rolled his eyes and then had to laugh out loud. This was so typical Dean, always looking out for Sammy and doing everything he could for him; even if that meant giving him a blowjob on his birthday.

“ ’s okay.” Sam mumbled, catching his breath again.

When Sam finally got off the floor, Dean gave him a hand to help steady him. Then Sam wrapped his hands around Dean’s neck and pulled him in for a long, messy kiss.

Dean didn’t back away, relaxed his muscles after a few seconds, and just leaned deeper into the kiss, letting Sam’s tongue explore every inch of his mouth.

It’s wasn’t all too weird tasting his own come, especially not when everything else just tasted like Dean! And that was simply the best!

Sam could feel the heat building in both their bodies again, and pressed up against his brother. He could feel his erection pressing into his upper thigh.

It made Sam feel even better, knowing that he wasn’t the only one affected by his actions. Still kissing, he let his hands roam over Dean’s back, dropping to his ass, which he lightly squeezed.

The sound that followed was something like a squeal, and Sam almost had to laugh again.

“Sammy” Dean breathed against his neck, head falling to rest on Sam’s shoulder.

Sam knew he wanted to repay the favor, he might not have to, but he wanted to. Wanted to feel Dean beneath him, to touch him, to make him come because of him!

Pulling at Dean’s shirt, he slowly maneuvered him in the direction on the bed and then pushed him down on it.

Still he had to get rid of his clothes.

Dean got the message and started pulling his shirt over his head, the same time Sam already unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans.

When he was completely naked, Sam crawled on top of him and just let his eyes linger.

He had always thought Dean to be an attractive person, but this, this was way beyond attractive! Seeing him naked like this, Sam thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his entire life!

Dean just looked at him and blushed.

“What, are you gonna spend all night just looking at me?” A slight smirk followed, trying to hide the blushing.

Sam had to chuckle slightly again, before he pressed himself down on Dean, knocking the breath right out of his lungs. He ground every bit of naked skin against his brother, their erections meeting somewhere in between. As he started to suck at the base of Dean’s throat, he got his hand on both their cocks, slicking them with precome. He rubbed them together, against each other, pulling and stroking.

This had always been one of Sam’s fantasies, ever since his 18th birthday. He was actually amazed to find that both their cocks fit into his hand, but his hands were huge now, much bigger then when he had been 18.

From the sounds Dean made he was obviously enjoying this.

“Sammy, God Sammy!”

Within minutes he arched his back, pulsing in Sam’s hand and against his dick and shot his load all over. Sam followed seconds later, the sensation of Dean’s orgasm triggering his own. Then he collapsed upon Dean, too exhausted to hold himself up any longer.

Dean immediately grunted and pushed Sam off to the side. They lay side by side, shoulders and legs touching in the way too small single bed Sam called his own.

The both grinned at one another, turning their heads for a last sloppy kiss. Then Sam laid his head on Dean’s shoulder and breathed in deeply. Everything smelt like sweat, come and something that was distinctively Dean. It smelt like home.